Troll, or Desperately in Need of Therapy, a Game You Can Play at Home

I take great pleasure in negativity.

I don’t know why it amuses me so, but it does.

The idea that someone out there, right now, is throwing down an ALL CAPS comment on a harmless video…

Who are these people?

Why are they so bothered by… Well, life?

I suppose if I were more empathetic, I’d feel sad for them.

There’s obviously something going on in their life that they don’t want to deal with.

Maybe they’re in a dead end job, or a loveless marriage, and lashing out online is the only release they get.

With this person, I’m curious as to how dead nuts on I am in my assessment. They either got dumped a lot, or maybe they went straight from high school to lonely old cat lady.

Either way, this sort of response to a video about a six-year-old trying to show off his Wii skills to a little girl shows a disorder of a fairly high degree.

Sure, there were a bunch of crybaby Karens who said I should have lectured him on manners, but they have kids who hate them.

Best not to take that sort of advice.